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"If you don't get out of my room!"
"I just want my stuff back! Please!"
"You might get it later!"
"Might?" The boys stopped squabbling when they heard the knock at the door. Their dad walked in. "Listen boys, you guys are way to old to be fighting like this." Saint, the gentle white-haired blue-eyed twin looked to the ground. "Sorry dad, but I just want my stuff back." Saint said in an almost pleading voice. Saint had white, almost silk looking, pants and white tennis shoes. He also wore a white plain long-sleeved shirt. His white hair was long and bright, not gray, but pure white. It was actually natural. "I just need it a little while longer!" yelled Sin. Sin had black spiked short hair with a black and red t-shirt on and black jeans. He also wore black vans with a black and red choker and black wrist bands. They were in Sin's room, with black walls and red carpet. More like maroon carpet. Many posters of different rockers and rock bands covered the walls. There was only one thing that didn't fit the room. There was a white bible on the computer desk. This was Saint's. "He's using my bible to disprove the existence of God." Saint said quietly. "Sin, you need to respect your brother's beliefs." Their dad said. "Really? Well what do you think about it dad?" Sin said, challenging him. "W-Well... That's not important." Their dad said. Saint's face fell. Sin laughed, which caused his father to raise his voice just a tad. "The important thing is that bible belongs to Saint.!" Their dad said. "Fine!" Sin said and threw the bible. Saint dived for the bible like someone had thrown a newborn baby. He caught it. Sin pointed and laughed. "What a loser!" Saint turned red and left the room hurrying. "Sin..." His dad started, but was soon interrupted. "Yeah I know! Respect your brother!" Sin ushered his dad to the door. "Now if you don't mind I think I'll go to bed." Sin said. "Well someone needs to take out the trash." His dad said. "Saint will do it." Sin said, shutting the door on his father. His father sighed and took only four steps across the hall to Saint's door. He knocked on the door. Saint answered the knock. "Listen son, you really don't have to take that sort of stuff from your brother." His dad said. "I know." Saint replied, a little embarrassed. "Well someone has to take the garbage out." His dad said. "And Sin won't do it, am I right?" Saint said. "Yeah, could you?" His dad asked. "Why not." Saint said, leaving his room and going down the stairs to retrieve the trash.

Saint made it to the end of the driveway, to the trash cans, when he turned around and spotted Sin climbing out of his bedroom window two storied up. He tried to climb down, but he fell on his back. Saint ran toward him to help him, but Sin had gotten up and started walking towards the woods behind their house. Saint stopped running and followed quietly, his brother was up to something. Sin reached the woods, and Saint shortly got to the edge of them. All of the sudden three bodies appeared around Sin surrounding him. Saint froze and watched on, confused. "H-H-Hello?" Sin asked uncertainly. All three figures looked like men and had black clothes on. Saint figured they were Sin's friends, and did nothing. "Where are you headed?" One of them asked coldly, a question Saint was pondering himself. "A late concert..> Why?" Sin replied. "I don't think you'll make it there." Another figure said. "Yeah, sorry kid." The last figure said. "Why?" Sin asked, another question Saint was pondering on the sidelines. "We're hungry." Said one of the men, and all of them chuckled menacingly. "What?" Sin asked, cautiously backing away. The three figures started to close in on Sin. "What's going on?" Sin asked. One of the figures smiled really wide and Sin, it wasn't really a smile but it almost looked like one. "Fangs!" Sin screamed. Saint froze up. One of the mean laughed out loud. Without even thinking Saint regained movement and rushed up behind one and kicked it hard in the back. It flew forward and landed on it's hands and knees. Sin looked surprised and one of the figures took this opportunity to get Sin in a head-lock. It almost looked as if the man would bite Sin, which confused Saint. He ran forward and kicked the man in the head, it let go and Sin spun around and punched it in the face. The third figure, a rather unintelligent one, stood confused. Sin had saw plenty of horror movies and knew what to do. He grabbed a fair, sharp stick off of the ground and stabbed the stupid looking one in the heart. The vampire vanished in a cloud of dust and the other two got up. Saint looked at Sin, eyes wide. "You killed that guy!" he said, almost scalding his brother. "It's them or us." Sin replied. One of the vampires gave out a stern warning. "You better watch your backs, your marked now." The other one helped out. "Yeah, you've killed one of ours now you'll die, but we're far to hungry to stay here and fight." They both took of, in a blur. They were speedy devils. "Who were those guys?" Saint asked. "You idiot. Not who, What is the question. You're telling me you don't know." Saint looked puzzled. "No." Sin looked him straight in the eyes with the most hauntingly serious face he could possibly muster. "Vampires."